Petrichor

After the spell it hits you. You weren’t as in on it as they were.
You’ll just have to make do with the tarpaulin blankets,

Be happy they’re happy.

It’s too many tiptoes past the storybooks now so
When you miss someone it isn’t round the clock missing.

Not as if we chucked an elbow, a house was done with us.
It’s more of. No not a dream then you wanted back in.

All along. Or you know: some eggshell unreleased.
I left the country but the mouse would not, let. Not, it, either.

This stuff is coarse, but who goes around begging off
Whistling yay for polymers? Let me

Ring to say how lucky your children / children to be. Sweet
That lady cocooned somewhere baking something for you;

When down the middle cut we the class,

Our sleeves too bleached for messages.
You had no permit, throwing up on these orchids.